One blood-stained name after another appeared before Owen and his companions, causing their hearts to tremble slightly.
God of Light Apollo!
Lord of Stars!
War Goddess!
Thunder God!
…
Some of these gods, Owen recognized; others he did not. All their names were carved here, glaring as blood, like a silent oath—or perhaps a voiceless protest.
An atmosphere of relentless defiance permeated the space.
These ancient gods, some still alive, others long dead in battle, left only their names. Just gazing upon this endless array of names made Owen's blood surge and filled him with a deep, solemn sadness.
So many mighty deities joined forces, yet they still met with utter defeat, their numbers decimated.
The path against The Celestial was truly a road paved with blood!
After a silent pause, the group's expressions grew solemn.